Guess who's coming for dinner?

"What the heck was that?" asked Lucy Westenra as she sat at the master dining room of Castle Dracula.

"What the heck was what?" asked the innocent-looking redhead who sat at the head of the table -- the one who called herself Barbara.

"I heard it too," said Mina Murray as she sat by Lucy's side. "It was like a loud scream."

"A loud scream in this place?" asked Barbara. "Surely you jest?"

"No, I do not," said Mina. "And by the way, my name is Mina, not Shirley."

"No, you miss my point," said Barbara. "I meant --"

Just then a frantic-looking blonde with a slim figure burst into the master dining room.

"Barbara!" she cried. "We have a problem!"

"Well, can't it wait till later?" asked Barbara. "We have v-i-s-i-t-o-r-s!"

"Yes, but one of our v-i-s-i-t-o-r-s is causing p-r-o-b-l-e-m-s," said the skinny blonde girl.

"Don't be silly," said Barbara. "They just got here."

"This one didn't," said the blonde girl.

"You don't mean --" Barbara started to say.

"Yes," said the blonde girl. "I mean that one."

"I thought you had that one under control," said Barbara, an ominous tone in her voice.

"I did too," said the blonde girl. "But unfortunately --"

Just then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that," said one of Lucy's maids, a short skinny brunette with a very audible Irish accent.

"No, this is my Master's castle," said the blonde girl. "So I'll get the door."

"Well, the Master isn't expecting any more guests tonight, so whoever it is, please send them away," said Barbara.

"Of course," said the skinny blonde with a barely concealed roll of her eyes.

She ran hurriedly down to the front door, wondering where the hell Renfield was. Surely he wasn't still putting up the coaches? No matter. This wasn't the first time Sarah had to answer the door by herself. She just wished she didn't have to do so right now. Not with Jane on the loose.

But no matter. Whoever it was, she'd simply send them away and that would be that.

Or so, thought Sarah, until she opened the front door to see a young blonde-haired girl who was even younger than herself -- and then saw her tall, green-skinned companion, a man who was even larger than the Master.

"Who the hell are you two?" asked Sarah.

"Just let me in," said the blonde girl, "and I'll tell you."

"Oh, no, you don't," said Sarah. "You're not pulling that trick on me. Everyone knows that the likes of you can't come inside without an invitation."

"That's right," said the blonde girl with a slight pout on her face. "I can't."

Then the little blonde girl pointed to her monstrous companion. "But he can."